[Intro: Rick Ross]
Uh, hey, give me a black bottle
I can't dance good but I'mma dance tonight, you hear me?
Baby just don't step on my feet, a n***a toes hurting
Uh, uh
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Funny to see a ghetto n***a so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer, pinky looking glassy
Charges dropped, these plaintiffs just wanna tax me
Secret Service wanna see me driving taxis
Hug my attorney and then we do the money dance
Whitey Bulger or a soldier leaving Vietnam
Pledge allegiance to the flag
Where we keep it 100 or get your money back
Pull a plug, brain dead, dope game n***a
Knew the rolls was fake and so we brought the real with us
Repertoire, hustle such a tenacity
High roller, bet us another masterpiece
More Rakim then maybe Master P
Crazy n***a paid in full, I'm tryna buy the beach
[Interlude: Rick Ross]
Caution, I'll approach you with a business mind
Slight two-step as I check the time
Rub my hands when my palms itch
50 in the bank, diamonds looking flawless
This the sway of a rich n***a
Praying for the day my n***a seeing six figures
Black bottles popping when I'm on the turf
Two private jets what a n***a's worth
[Chorus: The-Dream]
No girl, under 10
No whip under a hundred grand
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Man I make this money dance
I Chris Craft, she suntans
Propellers out the window over islands
Where I land
Girl, we make that money dance
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Top Forbes, poor formal education
Top floors, cop rooms on reservations
Gold in my grave, half a ticket in my coupe
Ex-cheerleader flipping now this n***a true
Money piles have got me out on Sunny Ave
Black with me everywhere I go, he'll gun you down
Full clips, magazines, yeah the Forbes list
If it's off a nickel, recount it, it's boss shit
But when they right, we do the money dance
Fly n***a, my n***a Randall Cunningham
When she hear the slang then she know the name
Italian suits for the gooks, I spend it on the chain
Pool so long, we should take a swim
I like that ass fat, I can spread it thin
I wanna see your friends come do the money dance
Black Bottle Boys, we got these bitches holding hands
[Interlude: Rick Ross]
Caution, I'll approach you with a business mind
Slight two-step as I check the time
Rub my hands when my palms itch
50 in the bank, diamonds looking flawless
This the sway of a rich n***a
Praying for the day my n***a seeing six figures
Black bottles popping when I'm on the turf
Two private jets what this n***a's worth
[Chorus: The-Dream]
No girl, under 10
No whip under a hundred grand
Man I make this money dance
I Chris Craft, she sun tans
Propellers out the window over islands
Where I land
Girl, we make that money dance
[Bridge: The Dream & Rick Ross]
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance
You rolling with the real n***as, you know we got it
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Uh, I feel wonderful, how about yourself?
You rolling with the real n***as, you know we got it
Check, uh
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
As the world turn and the weed twist
Flew a hundred n***as to Vail on a ski trip
Put away the dope, we can see the slopes
We built this shit together why it mean the most
Head-on collision, somehow I walk away
Give you music for free, recouping with the yay
You're rocking with the bowtie don
In God we trust, I bust and post bond
In the hood, we the Run-DMCs
Best quotes and ropes we don't need
Death Row on foul like Cool C
Big flossy, the bitches like "Who's he?"
The corvette was a beast, I had to lease
Six months then we're free to holler "Peace!"
Dead wrong my n***a, Miami river cops
Leave you floating there, hope of getting them ten a pop
[Interlude: Rick Ross]
Caution, I'll approach you with a business mind
Slight two-step as I check the time
Rub my hands when my palms itch
50 in the bank, diamonds looking flawless
This the sway of a rich n***a
Praying for the day my n***a seeing six figures
Black bottles popping when I'm on the turf
Two private jets what this n***a's worth
[Verse 4: The-Dream]
Atlanta, Miami, Rosé
We like 2Pac and Vante
They sent my n***a on house arrest
I'm coming through n***a, they ain't stopping this
I bring the beach to the front door
All bitches out the pool, we need to park the boat
Turn South Georgia to Florida
And turn the rest over to the lawyers
Cause we ain't tryna hurt nobody
Just tryna bring life to the party
If I ain't change your mind, think whatever
One thing you can't change is I changed the weather
And this my Roc-A-Fella flow
And you just on hella dope, I'm hella dope
This for real n***as with Maybachs
All debts forgiven, this is the payback
[Outro: The-Dream]
Yeah, see what I did right there?
I just made that money dance
Hah! Oh shit, Ross
Dance, dance, dance, dance
And we live from Atlanta, Georgia n***a!
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Yeah, yeah, once again my friend
See you on the other side
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance
